A sunny day last week

After weeks of dreary weather, the sun finally came out here in Prague. It was only out for a few days, and it was still pretty cold, but the sun felt glorious through our south-facing windows in the morning. As you can see:

Yes, they are sitting on the windowsill of an open window, but there is a balcony behind them, so even if they pushed each other out (it could happen), they wouldn't fall far. By the way, I love the windows here. They can swing open or they can tip open from the top, like this:

I'm sure that kind of thing exists in the States, but they're not typical. Anyway, they are nifty.

Also last week, Jacob made pancakes for breakfast. From scratch and without a recipe! We had strawberries on them instead of syrup. I'm glad that my kids can cook and that they're not afraid to cook without a lot of instruction.

Something else we've all been enjoying is fruit teas. I guess we'd call them herbal tea at home, but these are definitely fruity. Fruit tea was what everyone served us when we were missionaries in East Germany, all year long. Jon and I kept up the fruit tea drinking after our missions, but it's become much more frequent here, partly because there's a huge selection of interesting flavors -- pear, cherry, raspberry, and many others, plus a mixed-fruit one that's my favorite -- and partly because our apartment is well-stocked with tea-making things. I didn't know until this trip how delightful it is to pour tea from a teapot!

We also got some real sugar cubes, because that is just fun!

Jon just informed me that the sugar cube was invented by a Czech! So I thought I'd add that to my post.


  1. So I'm going to try to make a comment... again! So far I haven't had much success. But then I've always tried doing it on my phone so maybe the computer will work better. I loved the picture of the kids sitting on the windowsill! That is just beautiful. They all seem so intent on something worthwhile, instead of tv or video games. Makes Gram happy! I love those windows too. If I built a house I'd spend a little extra on something like that. AND I'm proud of your kids knowing how to cook. Since we've been here on our mission, with the Elders living here, I have one bit of advice for mothers of future missionaries... teach them how to cook (or better yet, let them learn how to cook). I won't mention names but we've had missionaries here that didn't know how to make macaroni and cheese from a box! When they ask me I usually say, read the instructions. I'm not very helpful, am I?

  2. I've been "reading" instructions on Czech packaging, by which I mean that I type it into Google Translate. So if I can type Czech instructions out every time I have to cook something from a package, I think it's reasonable to tell the elders to read the instructions! I'm glad my kids can cook, and yes, you know I let them learn to cook by sending them into the kitchen without me! I only get annoyed when I cook with them, so my absence is the great gift I've given them. :)


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